MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
Chaptre 029

For almost three days I did nothing and just lay on my bed.

Just a few little things I can do, like clean my mattress and sometimes wash dirty dishes.

The main work and focus that I usually do, for a while I entrust to my sister, Jaka.

“Yes Allah, only You are the Healer and only You are the Knower of all that you give to your servant in this test.” I murmured in my heart.

I continued my prayers with all my heart so that I was immediately given the healing and strength to return to my activities.

Not long after I prayed, I heard the sound of someone in the kitchen doing something.

In my mind, maybe Jaka was cooking for dinner or maybe he was making a snack for his study friend.

My breathing was heavy, I felt that this time I was playing the role of a younger brother of Jaka.

Being well cared for, and being cared for lovingly turns out to be what it feels like.

I haven't had this in a long time since Mom and Dad left. Which is usually everyday I can spoil on Mom and often complain something trivial to Dad.

If life is a wheel, this time I can personally give validation to it.

I just felt it all now. Before, if I was feeling sick. I'll try to hide it to my two sisters, Jaka and Roni.

And usually, nature will also support me so that they will also help me as much as possible with an atmosphere that can make me heal faster.

However, it does not seem to apply to the pain I am suffering right now.

Even if nature tests me, there must be something good behind it that is being conveyed either to me, my sister, or to the people around me.

My daydream just froze when suddenly Jaka called me quite loudly from the kitchen area.

“Iya, Jaka.” I said softly whether my sister heard it or not, but still I tried to get up immediately.

My trip to the dining room was very heavy accompanied by a gauntlet of dizziness swirling around in my head.

Tonight, Jaka does not cook and prefers to buy side dishes and only cook rice for my dinner and Jaka.

We both had dinner with rice accompanied by fried mujair fish and also tomato sauce made by Jaka which is always spicy appetizing.

In the midst of me and my sister eating a simple delicious dinner, Jaka suddenly took a deep breath and said something.

“Mbak, sorry if Jaka still can not give full time to care for Mbak.” he said.

My tears trickled down hearing what Jaka had just said.

“Mbak, why? Is there something wrong with what I just said?” jaka asked while holding my left hand which I was not even aware of since when Jaka was already beside me.

My head shook indicating that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

“It's okay kok.” reply I'm shriveled.

“Why are you crying? Isn't a fine person not going to cry?” ask again.

Again, the second question from Jaka is actually quite simple, but it can make me even more sad to see the sincerity given by Jaka.

Not a word I say, I prefer to kiss my sister's hand.

The hands that are really still smooth and rarely collide with this kitchen furniture are the ones that are currently caring for me with affection without expecting anything later.

“Jaka, thank you very much.” I said inwardly.